CXXXIII: O Thou Whose tests are a healing medicine
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O Thou Whose tests are a healing medicine to such
as are nigh unto Thee, Whose sword is the ardent
desire of all them that love Thee, Whose dart is the
dearest wish of those hearts that yearn after Thee,
Whose decree is the sole hope of them that have recognized
Thy truth! I implore Thee, by Thy divine
sweetness and by the splendors of the glory of Thy
face, to send down upon us from Thy retreats on
high that which will enable us to draw nigh unto
Thee. Set, then, our feet firm, O my God, in Thy
Cause, and enlighten our hearts with the effulgence
of Thy knowledge, and illumine our breasts with the
brightness of Thy names.